"Yingzi! Found the kerosene?"
"Right here, just a little thing."
Saying that, Wu Liang bent down and picked up a palm-sized object that was wriggling like slime from the entrance, feeling soft to the touch.
This thing had been hiding on the headlight covers of many vehicles, using the reflected shadows to perfectly enlarge and shrink, almost covering half of the parking lot.
Now, under Jin Chenghua's "God said, let there be light," the entire space was illuminated, and the ceiling naturally couldn't reflect any distinct shadows.
"Is this a God Demon?"
Jin Chenghua, seeing the Fierce Ghost's true form already in Wu Liang's hand, leaned in closer and couldn't recognize what it was after staring for a long time.
Logically, no matter how bizarre or twisted a Fierce Ghost's form is, its true form should always be something concrete, but is there really such a thing as slime in the world?
"Emmm, to me, it looks like modeling clay..." Wu Liang said awkwardly.
